"Will not. I have very good balance, I'll have you know." Except for the fact that he sometimes found himself off balance because he expected his wings to be there and they weren't. It was about as difficult as you could imagine to get used to not having ten limbs, even if six of them usually spent their time pinioned.

Gabriel regarded the glass with a pursed lip for a moment before picking it up and taking a swig. "I'm just a natural booze equal-opportunist," he told the bartender. "You've just got to treat each of them right."